Hello everyone, and welcome to another 500 Club Thursday!
If you’re new to the Club, here’s how to play:
1. Choose one of the two prompts below.
2. Write 500 words.
3. Post your resultant flash fiction on your blog.
4. Paste the first line or two in the comments here, along with a link back to your blog, so we can visit your space and read your work. (If you don’t have a blog, use our handy-dandy utility box over there in the right column to paste your 500 words and send them to us.)
Today’s prompts:
ONE: The bag of groceries smashed on the ground between them.
TWO: [CHARACTER NAME] climbed the [NOUN], as far as (s)he could go.
…Okay, so that second one is a little mad-libsy, but I didn’t want to limit anyone’s imagination by being too specific. Now go write, have fun, and we’ll all meet up in the comments.
MEAT MARKET
The bag of groceries smashed on the ground between us. A confetti of broken eggs splattered onto the parking lot.
“Get your hands off me.” I said, jerking out of her grasp. I stooped to gather up the tattered plastic sack before she saw what was in the bottom of it. Read More…
A Bag of Broken Groceries
The bag of groceries smashed on the ground between them.
They both stared at it for a while. Steve, 13, and his older brother, Lawrence. 17. He used to be Larry, then he turned 17, and he decided he was Lawrence. Steve tried to be Steven, but Lawrence put a stop to that.
The bag. Ripped open, cans and some fruit. A loaf of bread, half-squashed. A bad packing job.
The bag of groceries smashed on the ground between them.
Almost in slow motion, the cherry tomatoes started rolling away. The mozzarella made a squelchy sound as it hit the sidewalk.
Kieran stared first at his hand, then at the remains of their shopping. It was odd how that seemed like such a disaster. You’d think of all times, now would be a good one to find some perspective.
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LADDER OF DREAMS
Tabby climbed the ladder as far as she could go. It wasn’t very far. She fell from a tree once, and broke her leg. Example of a basic Read More
Dead End
The bag of groceries smashed on the ground between us in sync with my steel capped boot hitting Matt’s middle.
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LITTLE SUZIE
The bag of groceries smashed on the ground between them. They heard the distinct pop of shattered glass. Peeking into the brown paper bag lying on the driveway, Mike saw the apple sauce was no more. Read More